Anita's Triple Temptation [Men of Montana 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (30 page)

Dave stepped in behind her, letting his body brush against hers lightly. She watched as he reached for the body poof that hung from a hook on the wall, next to several others, and proceeded to pour liquid soap from a bottle from the ledge. The vanilla fragrance filled the space as Dave began at Anita’s shoulders, washing her flesh in small circular motions. The motion was mesmerizing, nearly hypnotic, as Dave bathed her and the water rained down upon her.

Ever so slowly the soap was rubbed into her back, moving downward. When he reached her buttocks, he took care to wash her crack carefully before moving down her legs. At her ankles, he tapped her calf, indicating he wanted her to turn. She did. Moving up her legs, he washed her until he got to the apex of her thighs then stopped.

Looking down she found he was on his knees in front of her gazing upon her womanly portal. Instead of using the poof which would be harsh on her sensitive skin, he poured some soap into his hand.

“Spread ’em,” he whispered, tapping each inner thigh.

Doing as she was told while leaning back against the cold tile, she felt his hand move upward and begin to move sensually upon the puffy lips that shrouded her precious offerings. The soap was slick on her skin as he rubbed it in, washing away the evidence of their love-making. His fingers glided through the parting of her labia, taking care to clean her from front to back.

Trying to stand still as his digits strummed across her clit then moved to graze across her two openings and back again, she realized how well her body responded to him. With each pass of his fingers, she felt her body craving his touch. Even her rosette wanted his stimulation and that surprised her.

While she pondered this, she hadn’t realized that Dave stood before her, the poof now back in his hand, making those hypnotizing circles again. It was moving up the slight swell of her stomach moving back and forth from side to side, not missing an inch of flesh. The dip of her navel attracted the soapy poof, rimming the indent. She squirmed at the tickling sensation it caused.

Opening her eyes, she found herself staring at Dave’s chiseled chest, gleaming from the water that caressed his skin. Letting her eyes wander up his chest to his neck and then his face, Anita found him watching his hand as it moved up her body as if he was making sure he didn’t miss an inch of her.

Reaching the undersides of her breasts, his touch became softer though the motion caused her nipples to elongate and she felt more liquid escape her pussy. The smile on his face as he sniffed the air told her he could smell her arousal yet he continued to wash her.

She had to admit he was schooled enough that he kept with the job at hand as all she wanted him to do was press her further against the tile wall and fuck her wildly. God, where had that thought come from?
You’ve been reading too many erotic novels.

Placing her palms against the ceramic wall, she patiently waited for him to finish the most erotic shower she had ever had. Her skin felt clean but her girly parts felt so dirty as this handsome man stood before her, lust in his eyes.

Letting her eyes drop slightly, she noticed his excitement though he was so intent on tending to her. Moving her hand toward his aroused cock, she squealed when she felt his free hand grasp her wrist.

He chuckled wickedly. “No, darlin’. I am enjoying just being with you, being able to take care of you. So, just relax and let me bathe you.”

Sucking her lower lip in between her teeth, she nodded and let Dave hold her hand against the wall. God, I love how he’s so forceful.

The rough texture of the poof crossed her right nipple first sending zings throughout her body and she felt herself moan as much as she heard it. Her hips gyrated at the sensation and she heard him growl. Stilling herself, she reveled in the pleasantly torturous feeling he was generating within her body. She wanted him again. She wanted all of them.
How can I be so horny? I have never felt like this before.

The poof moved to her other breast and she endured the sensual bathing of that globe, trying to remain still. Finally he moved up to her upper chest then her shoulders before ending at her neck.

As the water rained down upon her, the soap rinsed off her body, slithering down her skin to the drain on the floor. She kept her gaze upon Dave’s green eyes. They were hooded, full of lust, but she already knew that by the length and width of his hardened penis that kept tapping against her side. Knowing she did this to him was a heady experience for her.

With the sound of the poof hitting the floor with a splat, she felt herself being pulled away from the wall. Dave situated her under the rainfall head in the ceiling, letting the water rain down upon her. The shower heads from the three sides sprayed water to rinse all of the soap from her body.

“Oh, sweetheart, you are lovely standing there with the water and soap dripping from your body. I’m so happy that you are ours,” Dave said, gazing down at her. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Still unable to accept their compliments without blushing, Anita felt herself turn a slight shade of red but was learning how to accept them. “Thank you. Now, let me bathe you.”

“No, darlin’, I’ll bathe myself tonight. You’ve been made love to twice today and you were busy all day, so you run along and get into bed. I’ll be there in just a minute.”

“But, I want to clean you like you did me,” she protested, her hand moving to his abs. His hand grasped her wrist as he chuckled.

“No, baby,” he said as he as he kissed her cheek. “You need to go lay down. Mind me. You don’t want a spanking, do you?”

Slowly pulling away from him, she let her fingers skim along the ridges of his abdomen teasingly down toward the shaft of his maleness. “You always threaten me with a spanking. Is that how you always keep your women in line?”

Swiftly Dave grasped her other wrist before taking a step toward her, coming flush with her body. “Woman!” he spat out. “It is how we keep our woman in line. You are our woman, Anita Cummings! Never forget that! You belong to us and no other man will have you again.”

Her eyes lowered in shame that she had teased him for now he was angry. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, panic lacing her voice. Trying to pull her hands away from him, she didn’t succeed. He held on to her though not binding enough to hurt her. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, I’m sorry. I frightened you and that wasn’t my intention. You mentioned women and I want you to know that you are the only woman for us, now and forever. There will be no other woman but you. Yes, we have had sex before with women, but that is in the past. You. Are. It.” He never took his eyes off of her and she knew what he was saying was true.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” She stopped when he raised his hand up, along with hers, to place a finger on her lips.

“Don’t, sweetheart. It’s all right. I just want you to know that you belong to us.”

Anita nodded her understanding, but she still felt guilty for teasing him. Letting go of her hands, he turned her around and gently pushed her out of the shower. “Dry off and get in bed where it’s warm. I’ll be right there.”

Minding him, Anita gingerly stepped out of the shower onto the fluffy bathmat and grabbed a towel. Drying her body and then her hair, she hung the terrycloth item on a hook near the shower and then headed out to the bed.

The fire was still roaring in the fireplace thanks to the large logs Dave had placed in there earlier. At the rate it was going, the room was going to stay warm all night from the heat it was emanating. Lying down, she pulled the covers up over her naked body and waited.

Dave was true to his word and emerged from the bathroom and slipped his dried body in behind her. He snuggled up behind her and pulled her back against his front, his arm wrapped around her waist. His face nuzzled into her hair at her neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered, trying to hold back her tears. “I was really just joking. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know, darlin’. I know. Now, go to sleep.” He kissed her neck. “I love you.”

Smiling, she let the incident go. “I love you, too.” Blinking away the tears, she realized the lights were still on. “Who’s going to turn off the lights?”

The chuckle rumbled through his chest against her back before he released her suddenly. He climbed over her body as she was closer to the light switch, eliminated the brightness, and then climbed back into the bed, resuming his place behind her.

Holding her close to him, she could feel the slight dampness to his skin as his heart beat against her back. She had to think of other things to ignore the hard shaft that lay strategically between the cheeks of her ass to keep from turning over and ravishing the man.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Go to sleep.”

Listening to the crackling of the logs burning and feeling the steady beat of Dave’s life force against her back, she heeded his words and felt herself drifting off. The last thought she remembered was how much she loved her men and couldn’t wait until the boys were home and they could all be a family.

* * * *

Anita woke the next morning to Dave dressing for work a few feet away from the bed. Silently she watched as, with his back to her, he slid his jeans upward over his muscular thighs and up over the tightly formed butt clad in white briefs. She could tell he was buttoning them before he turned and reached for the belt lying at the end of the bed. He stopped when he noticed her watching him.

“Good mornin’, darlin’,” he drawled, his eyes hooding.

Moving to sit up, she realized she was still naked beneath the sheets. Not sure what to do, she pulled the material up to her chest. “Good morning.”

With belt in hand, Dave moved and squatted down next to her. His hand reached up to caress her cheek which she wantonly pushed her face into his hand. “I believe you were told not to hide your body from us,” he chastised.

Blushing as she gave a slight shrug with one shoulder, she boldly kept her gaze upon his face. “I’m not hiding it to displease you. I just didn’t want to tempt you and then have you late for work.”

His chuckle caused her to smile. “You don’t need to hide from me, darlin’. I have control. But those other two don’t, so you may not want to tempt them.”

Her smile broadened as he stood and she watched him intently as he pulled on his white T-shirt and then his flannel shirt. Tucking the two objects into his jeans, he then put his belt through the loops and then fastened the broad oval shaped belt buckle. The jeans rode low on his waist but not too low. She hated it when men wore their jeans so low that when they bent over their BVDs showed.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he pulled his socks on and then his black boots. After he was finished, he stood and came to stand next to her. Leaning down, he grasped her left breast in his hand as he loomed over her. His mouth came down on hers hard and with bruising force he kissed her.

His tongue demanded entrance and she obliged. His tongue plundered her depths, sweeping thoroughly before retreating and his lips gentled upon hers. Peppering her lips several times he finally pulled away, a sad puppy dog look on his face. “I’m going to miss you today. I don’t want you to overdo it today and I want you to eat. We’ll try to be home for lunch but one of us will call you if we end up eating at the main house.”

“She could always come up to the main house for lunch, too. I’m sure Martha wouldn’t mind,” James said as he sauntered in with Kevin tagging along behind him.

“True,” Dave said thoughtfully before looking back down at her. “It’s up to you.”

Smiling up at him she said, “I’ll think about it.”

Dave stepped away, giving the other two time to say their good-byes. James stepped up first. Cupping her cheeks between his two work-roughened hands, he gently kissed her, letting his tongue dance with hers briefly before pulling away, smiling mischievously.

Kevin playfully pushed James away and took his turn at her mouth. He was rougher than James as he claimed her mouth, but gentler than Dave, though he took his time. His eyes were hooded as he pulled away but just as mischievous. Quicker than she had time to think, he pulled the edge of the sheet down to her waist and leaned down, capturing her right nipple in his hot damp mouth.

The suction he applied was magnificent as he squeezed around the widest part of her breast, plumping it up in his hand. Groaning, Anita arched her back, giving him more of her tit which caused him to groan also.

With a resounding pop, Kevin pulled his mouth from her and gazed down into her face. “God, I love you so much,” he said, a growl lying in his voice. “That should get you through the day.”

Swallowing hard, Anita hoped he was right because now her pussy was throbbing and wanting them all to fuck her. Unfortunately, they were leaving for work. Putting on her understanding face, she smiled. “I love you, too. Now, go to work.”

All three men moved toward the door. Dave turned around and winked his peridot-green eye at her as he walked out the door. Kevin growled at her before disappearing and James blew her a kiss. Lying back down, Anita let her mind drift as she heard the front door open and then close. She knew she was going to be very happy with them.

Virgil Cantrell walked into the office trailer, thankful that as soon as the door closed behind him the noise was muffled slightly. The sound of the equipment grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard but until he unloaded this shit-ass business, he was stuck with it.